490: WE cannot always trace the way

490: WE cannot always trace the way

by Sir John Bowring (1792-1872)

1 WE cannot always trace the way
Where Thou, our gracious Lord, dost move;
But we can always surely say,
That God is love.

2 If fear its gloomy cloud should fling
O'er earth, our souls to heaven above,
As to their sanctuary, spring,
For God is love.

3 When clouds hang o'er our darkened path,
We'll check our dread, each doubt reprove;
For here each saint sweet comfort hath,
That God is love.

4 Yes, Thou art love: a truth like this
Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn our tears and woes to bliss;
Our God is love.